Match Made In Trouble

Gavin's POVFor the love of anything that was holy. Why so early in the morning? My dad sure does know how to ruin my day."Gavin, Krista is a great girl. She'll be a good girlfriend for you. Can you just give the girl a chance?" My dad, Kirk, pleaded with earnest blue eyes as he tried to convince me."Come on son, make daddy happy."I snorted at this. Krista? That deranged blonde egghead was certainly the definition of a sociopath. How could he force this upon me? If I was going to be in a relationship with a girl, she should at least be sane. But noo! My dad just had to choose a girl who I secretly think was an escapee from an asylum.Krista A.K.A psycho female dog was the daughter of my dad's friend and rival company of Matthews Enterprise, Gregory Conner. He was the owner of Conner Industries and I must admit his company was up to par with my dad's. They have been best friends since high school and they thought playing matchmaking for their children was a fun way to pass the time f

Sydney's POV"Gosh!" I cried, placing a hand on my hammering heart. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" This dude sure scared the bejesus out of me. I didn't see nor heard him coming over.Gavin chuckled while I gave him an eye roll. "I'm sorry. You were deep in thought there," he said.Typical. Trust a troublemaker to pull something immature. I rolled my eyes again and looked away."Whatever," I grumbled."Aww! Come on! I said I was sorry. Geez, stuck up much? No wonder Craig dumped you."That my friend was low blow. Who the heck gave him the right to judge me? He was asking for a death wish so I snapped my head back to face him with a glare."Who the hell do you think you are to judge me?" I snarled. "Do you even know what you're saying? You don't even know me."Held up a hand. "Whoa! I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Just don't bite my head off," he said looking apologetic but I just glared. "Look, I admit that was uncalled for so I'm sorry."He set me on a tirade; my fa

Sydney's POVGavin's intense scrutiny was making me self-conscious. His piercing green eyes probed, as he eyed me up and down, and for the life of me, it had me squirming a little as my feet shifted from side to side.What if I look horrible?What if I look overdone?Oh my god! What if I look like a prostitute on some sidewalk?!If I do, I blame Riley for this, and heck! Gavin needs to stop staring at me!"Are you ready for your bad-ass lesson?" he asked to break me out of my mind, smirking like the devil. Oh, how I'd love to smack that smirk off his gorgeous fa-- hold it! Gorgeous? Where on Earth did that come from?"Uh..." I stalled, not really sure what to say yet.Is this bad-ass lesson really worth all the trouble I'm getting myself into? Am I ready to dive into a world where everything is unknown to me and foreign that in my scholastic career, I was the perfect student with perfect grades and flawless record and right now, I am going to tarnish that all in the name of proving my